Bibi Dong VS Lin Qiu!

Hearing this, Lin Qiu rolled his eyes internally.

It was exactly that crooked logic of Yu Xiaogang.

That so-called "Grandmaster" was himself a piece of trash stuck at level twenty-nine.

Relying on some plagiarized data, he cobbled together a pile of specious theories.

He had managed to hoodwink both Bibi Dong and Tang San into limping along his path.

Four hundred and twenty-three years?

That applied to ordinary people.

Who was he, Lin Qiu?

He possessed the Nine-Nether Ao martial soul.

His physical body's strength was comparable to an ancient ferocious beast.

Never mind four hundred years.

Even if it were four thousand or forty thousand years, he would dare to swallow it.

"Mom."

"I think that friend's theory is complete nonsense."

Lin Qiu sat up straight.

He looked directly into Bibi Dong's eyes.

Bibi Dong was stunned for a moment.

She had not expected Lin Qiu to say something so crude.

Especially when he was evaluating Yu Xiaogang.

"Why do you say that?"

Lin Qiu held up a finger.

"First of all, the human body is like a container."

"If the container is made of glass, pouring boiling water into it will naturally cause it to shatter."

"But what if the container is made of refined steel?"

"Forget boiling water; it could even hold molten iron."

"That Grandmaster's theory is based on statistics gathered from ordinary soul masters."

"He has never seen a true genius, so by what right does he define the limits of one?"

Bibi Dong frowned slightly.

She seemed to be pondering Lin Qiu's words.

"But..."

"There are no 'buts'."

Lin Qiu interrupted her.

"Mom, think about it."

"If I absorb a four-hundred-year soul ring,"

"How much power could my first soul skill possibly have?"

"If I encounter a strong enemy, wouldn't this first soul skill become nothing more than a decoration?"

"The path I want to walk is one that no predecessor has ever trodden."

"How can I be bound by the theories of a mediocre man?"

"If that Grandmaster were truly so capable, why has he been unable to break through to level thirty himself?"

"A man who has never even seen the scenery at the summit is trying to teach others how to climb the mountain."

"Isn't that ridiculous?"

This series of rhetorical questions.

Struck Bibi Dong's heart like heavy hammers.

She had previously believed in Yu Xiaogang implicitly.

That was because she had been captivated by Yu Xiaogang's "talent."

But now, hearing Lin Qiu put it this way.

She suddenly felt.

It actually made some sense.

Most of Yu Xiaogang's theories remained nothing more than words on paper.

As for Lin Qiu, he was a peerless monster in every sense of the word.

Measuring a monster by the standards of an ordinary person was truly laughable.

Bibi Dong looked at the high-spirited youth before her.

A glimmer of brilliance flashed through her eyes.

This was the true son of Bibi Dong.

He had his own opinions and the courage to act.

He was far better than that coward who only knew how to run away.

Unknowingly.

The image of Yu Xiaogang in her heart began to crumble.

Replacing it was an infinite appreciation for Lin Qiu.

"Good."

"You are right."

"It is Mother who overthought things."

"The theories of mediocre men are not worthy of my son."

"So, what do you intend to do?"

A confident smile curled at the corners of Lin Qiu's mouth.

"The first soul ring."

"I want a ten-thousand-year one."

Bibi Dong's pupils constricted violently.

"Ten thousand years?!"

"Have you lost your mind?"

"That is something only a Title Douluo can absorb!"

Lin Qiu shook his head.

"Mother, trust me."

"I am certain of it."

Time flew like a shuttle.

Six years passed in the blink of an eye.

Behind Martial Soul Hall.

Atop a sheer cliff.

A youth stood with his hands behind his back.

He wore a black martial outfit, his posture as upright as a pine tree.

His hair, like a waterfall, flowed in the wind.

The childishness had long since faded from his face, leaving behind sharp, defined features that were handsome to the point of being monstrous.

Between his brows, there was an air of dominance that looked down upon the world.

Twelve-year-old Lin Qiu.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Two golden rays shot from his pupils, piercing the clouds like sharp swords.

BOOM!

A terrifying aura erupted from his body.

Level 72!

A twelve-year-old Level 72 Soul Saint!

If this were to get out, every soul master on the continent would likely die of shame.

Beneath his feet.

Seven soul rings rose slowly.

Black, black, black, black, black, red, red.

Five ten-thousand-year soul rings.

Two hundred-thousand-year soul rings.

This was the result of his efforts over these many years.

Not a single one was below ten thousand years.

"Level seventy-two."

"So-so, I suppose."

Lin Qiu clenched his fist.

He felt the power surging within his body like a vast river or sea.

The dominance of his Nine-Nether Ao Martial Soul combined with the endless vitality of the Chaos Green Lotus.

Add to that the "Secret of Travel," "Secret of Combat," and other Covering Sky Methods he had obtained through various bizarre system quests over the past six years.

As he was now.

Even without invoking his Martial Soul.

His raw physical strength alone was already formidable.

Pope Palace, back garden.

The fragrance of flowers was intoxicating, and a gentle breeze brushed against his face.

Lin Qiu stood beside the flower beds, watching Bibi Dong as she pruned the branches.

"Mother, I want to go out and travel for a while."

Lin Qiu spoke, breaking the tranquility.

The shears in Bibi Dong's hand paused slightly.

Snip.

A blooming rose head was severed, falling into the dirt.

Bibi Dong turned around.

Her stunningly beautiful face remained expressionless.

Yet, a flicker of panic flashed through her beautiful eyes.

"Go out?"

"Where to?"

"The world outside is very dangerous."

"Although you are gifted with extraordinary talent, you are still young after all. The world is treacherous, and human hearts are unpredictable."

"Furthermore, if the two great empires and those sects were to learn of your existence, they would surely spare no cost to snuff you out."

Bibi Dong set down the shears and walked over to Lin Qiu.

She straightened his collar.

Her tone was gentle, yet it carried an undeniable sense of finality.

"Be obedient."

"Once you reach the level of Title Douluo, I won't stop you from going anywhere."

Lin Qiu felt somewhat helpless.

Title Douluo?

How much longer would that take?

Although he currently held the title of level seventy-two, his actual combat power had long since gone off the charts.

"Mother, I am already level seventy-two."

"And I have the ability to protect myself."

Bibi Dong shook her head.

Her gaze was firm.

"No."

"Unless..."

Bibi Dong paused.

A hint of cunning flashed in her eyes.

"Unless you can defeat me."

Lin Qiu raised an eyebrow.

"Defeat you?"

Bibi Dong was a Title Douluo with Twin Martial Souls.

In this world, she was the ceiling of combat power.

Even with his mastery of the Covering Sky Method, it would be quite a struggle to face her head-on at his current realm.

After all, the level suppression was a reality.

Seeing his hesitation, the corners of Bibi Dong's mouth curled upward slightly.

A triumphant smile appeared on her face.

"Rest assured, Mom won't bully you."

"I will suppress my soul power to level seventy-two."

"And I will only use my first seven soul skills."

"As long as you can last for the duration of one incense stick in my hands, or force me back half a step,"

"I will let you go out."

Lin Qiu's eyes lit up.

A battle at the same rank?

Was there anyone in this world who dared to challenge a Nine-Nether Ao at the same rank?

Never mind level seventy-two.

Even if it were a Great Emperor at the same rank, he would dare to cross blows with them.

"Mom, you said it yourself."

"A gentleman's word—"

Bibi Dong chuckled softly.

"—is as good as a team of four horses."

She possessed absolute confidence in herself.

Even with her cultivation suppressed, She still retained the combat instincts of a Title Douluo, as well as the terrifying foundation brought by her Twin Martial Souls.

Coupled with those two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones, She was invincible among those of the same rank.

No matter how monstrous Lin Qiu's talent was, he was ultimately just a twelve-year-old child.

Ginger is still spicier when it's old.